A/N: Wow, thank you for all the nice reviews : ) I hate perfect people anyway, so if any of my characters ever 'seem' perfect, it's only by a terrible mistake. I hope this chapter continues to please : )

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Chapter Three "Play"

Lexi couldn't say just how she knew it was morning, or that the shadow that crossed her face was one of the silver haired brothers, but she did. She opened her eyes and gave a start of surprise to see Yazoo crouched in front of her, reaching one hand towards her. The gesture seemed harmless, but startled her nonetheless and caused her to draw back, hitting her head on the wall with a resounding thunk. This in turn caused her to wince, at the same time sitting up.

"You scare so easily," he said, tilting his head to the side.

"If you weren't so threatening all the time," she said with a scowl, her momentary bravery coming from the fact that she'd just awoken.

Her moment of bravery lasted until her gaze swept around the room, and she didn't see the other two. Upon listening, she didn't hear any other noises either. She frowned a little. Did that mean…it was just the two of them here? That thought both thrilled and frightened her. She cast her gaze around once more to make sure that she wasn't wrong before returning her attention to him.

"They've gone out to the city, Edge," he said, catching her puzzled expression.

"Oh," she said softly.

Her heart skipped a little as he sat down beside her. He didn't seem so threatening now, in fact, he seemed almost bored. There was a long moment of silence, her unable to think of anything to say. Anything that wouldn't probably annoy him, anyway. Lots of stupid things, stupid questions, came to her mind, but she forced them away, rubbing the back of her head a little.

"What is it like…where you're from?" he said at last, breaking the silence.

A little surprised, she actually had to think for a moment before managing to compose her thoughts. "It's…alright." She started slowly, a little cautiously, "Weather's too hot. Storms are too violent." She shrugged a little, "But its home."

"Home," he repeated. "Do you have a family?... Parents, siblings?"

"Yeah," she said after a moment, "Mom, Dad, and a brother who annoys the hell outta me." Casting a side wards glance over at him, she thought she saw his lips curve in a sad smirk, but she wasn't sure; the expression was so fleeting.

"Your mother must be worried about you, so far from home," he said somewhat bitterly.

"Yeah…" she said softly, gazing down at the floor, "She probably is."

"Do you miss them?" he asked.

At the tone of his voice she looked over at him, but he was gazing away, at some point across the room. "Yeah," she replied.

"I have never known any family besides my brothers," he said, "I don't have any family besides them."

Blinking, she didn't know what to say to this, and so said nothing. It wasn't that this was any surprise to her, it was just the way he said it; so sadly, almost.

"And they won't be back for so long," Yazoo said, so softly that she almost didn't hear him, obviously talking to himself. Then he looked over at her, trailing one finger down the side of her face.

She didn't draw back, but shivered a little.

"Why are you frightened of me?" he asked her.

"Besides the f-fact that you kidnapped me? And threatened me?" she said, some what nervous again.

"That was Kadaj's doing," he said.

Ok, that was true. "But you did threaten me," she said again.

"And didn't you listen?" he pointed out, his voice low.

"O-obviously," she said. He was gazing at her so intently, and it was making her a little nervous.

He leaned closer to her, and before she realized what he was about to do, he kissed her. She hadn't been expecting this at all, and so it caught her completely off guard, sending her heart leaping into her throat. Despite her surprise, she didn't push him away, even tentatively started to kiss him back. He pulled her a little closer, and for the moment, she let him. It was a soft kiss that he soon broke to lay another on her jaw line, light as a feather. He kissed the side of her neck, bit her lightly, than not so lightly, and she found out just how sharp his teeth were. With a small cry, she pushed him away, and he complied, bowing his head a little. Her heart racing, she raised a hand to her stinging neck.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, raising his head a little to gaze at her from behind silver locks. "Forgive me?"

The way he said it made her want to say yes, but she wasn't so sure she should. Her voice betrayed her though, "I guess…" she said, lowering her hand. She hoped the thoughts running through her mind weren't evident in her eyes, but she supposed they were from the way he looked at her.

He leaned in to kiss her again, and once more she let him; she couldn't bring herself to stop him, even though she trembled.

"I promise," he whispered, lips against her skin as he slid an arm around her shoulders, "That I'll be gentle."

It took a second for the full implication of this to dawn on her, and when it did; she was seized by sudden fear, overwhelming her. "But I-" she started.

"Shh, you'll be fine with me," he said, more of a purr.

He seemed to understand what she had meant, but that didn't ease her fear.

She shook her head, "But-" she started again.

He raised a hand to her face, "It will be alright, I promise," he said softly, his voice more velvety and compelling than before.

She guessed her unease still showed in her expression, because he added, "But you have to trust me."

She didn't know if she could do that just yet, but she wondered if she really had a choice. If he wanted something, how was she supposed to stop him? And she had to admit to herself that she wasn't all that unwilling, just afraid. She closed her eyes.

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They had ended up in one of the upstairs rooms, a tower room, with the ceiling all swirled and seashell like. And it was here that things went wrong for the second time that morning. She suddenly pushed him away, tried to squirm out from beneath him.

"I…I can't," she said.

He frowned, "What's wrong?"

"I just…I just can't," she was stuttering again as she pushed away from him. Her back hit the wall and she drew her bare knees up to her chest.

"It's alright if you're scared," he said softly, kneeling beside her and moving her hair back from her face.

She shook her head, refusing to give him any kind of answer.

Suddenly the sound of motorcycles reached them both and he looked up, to the window.

"Shit," he cursed with a soft growl of annoyance.

She watched him mutely as he retrieved his pants, and it was only when he'd quickly descended the spiraled stairs to the main room, where he'd left his coat, gloves and boots, that she moved. She shrugged into her own cloths faster than she'd have thought humanly possible before, and curled up into a ball by the window, gazing out at the forest with slightly blank eyes. She could hear their voices from downstairs, level at first, and then an argument started. She thought Loz sounded upset, but after a moment, she stopped paying attention. She rested an elbow on her knee, and leaned her head on her palm, fighting back sudden tears. She felt more scared and alone right now then she had since she'd gotten here-however she actually had. Her blonde hair fell across her face, but she didn't bother to move it. Right now more than anything she wished she were back home, waking up from her nap to hear mom telling her dinner was ready, or something comforting and normal like that. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but didn't move. She just hoped it wasn't…

"Hey…are you alright?"

"Didn't know you cared," she replied bitterly to him, tilting her face more towards the window.

She heard him cross the room, pausing a few feet from her before moving a little closer and kneeling beside her. She still didn't move, but was startled when he gently brushed her tears away. She shifted her gaze to him.

"It seems that my brother has upset you," Kadaj said, "Try not to take it personally."

She blinked a couple of times, her vision blurred, "How…?" was all she could manage.

"He likes to play, I doubt he meant to upset you," he said.

"Well, he did," Lexi said, becoming angry with this knowledge. So did he even like her at all…?

Kadaj half raised a hand, as if to rest on her shoulder, but than dropped it back to his side. "He's already getting hell from Loz for this; Loz doesn't like it when Yazoo plays. Without him, anyway."

It took her a few minutes, with how upset she was, to fully understand the meaning of this. She turned her face back towards the window, resting her head on her knees, listening as, after a moment, Kadaj rose and left the room. She wondered who she was angrier with; Yazoo… or herself. Hugging her knees tighter, she squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to calm her breathing, she began to imagine that she was back at home, sitting in her room, and none of this was happening. The vivid envisionment only made her even sadder, and so she let it fade from her mind. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to hold back more tears that threatened to fall.

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It was dark out when she dared come downstairs, and then it was only because that Kadaj asked her to. If Loz and Yazoo had been arguing before, they seemed to have made up now, and were sitting together, talking quietly. Yazoo looked over at her with his haunting eyes, and she met his gaze for the briefest of seconds before looking away again. She wasn't sure how she felt towards him now, and until she figured it out, she didn't really want to talk to him.

She had nearly fallen asleep when an idea wormed its way into her mind, and as she watched the three brothers, she began to seriously consider it. But she'd have to be very careful. She decided that she could do it; it was the only way she could find out.